On Brest's White Beach, two youths carrying rattan baskets on their backs hurried barefoot across the fine, salt-white sand. Now and then, they would stop, bend down to pick something up, and deftly toss it into the narrow-mouthed baskets.
The girl in a coarse cloth skirt glanced at the sun beginning to slant westward and said worriedly, "Brother, I keep feeling Mr. Waku will see through your lie... Or we could go admit our mistake to him now and still avoid being punished."
The boy's eyes were fixed on two small holes in the beach. The little wooden shovel in his hand dug down accurately from more than twenty centimeters away, and then he picked an egg-sized seashell out of the sand he had turned up.
"It's too late to admit it now. I've already skipped a whole day of class." He looked at his younger sister. "And besides, he'll probably remember the three classes from before too." "But what if..."
"Think of the all-powerful Captain Jacques, and that magical Compass of his!" the boy said in a voice full of temptation. "Don't you want to know whether Miss Isabelle and Mr. Garin get married in the end?"
He was talking about the plot of the previously wildly popular play Pirates of the Caribbean. Isabelle and Garin in it were Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner from the original work, and they were also the girl's favorite characters.
Only three months after the premiere of Pirates of the Caribbean, news had spread that the sequel, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, would be taking the stage all over the country.
A look of struggle immediately appeared on the girl's face. This play was simply the dream of everyone who lived by the sea, whether seventy-year-old elder or seven-year-old child, and